The Games Begin

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Don’t believe the hype of a crushing defeat,
We all love it, but too much isn’t good for you,
Plan for the inevitable annihilation,
Making many practice runs before deemed safe,
Everyone judging, not sure who is who,
Push on unflinching to the end,
Rear this fledgeling ramshackle,
Eager to serve, flatter to deceive,
They’re tanks on our lawns, land forth on the sand,
Covertly, knowledgeable about each of them,
Sit tight, show no weakness,
The trap of their praise best untrusting.

 

 

About the author

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The author, Paul Anthony Obey, born in 1970, is working class, brought up in a working class family and has raised a working class family. Married to a proud New Zealander, Nicola, they live in the North West of England and share 4 children; Ryan, Hayley, Bethany and Seth, one of each from both.

My work is dedicated to all of those who believe in what I am trying to do and to some of those who don’t yet get it.

View my work here:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Liberal-Connection-Paul-Anthony-Obey-ebook/dp/B0756JYW5S/ref=sr_1_11?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1517940009&sr=1-11

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